Perspective

It’s a funny thing, isn’t it?

The past week has been a little icky around here.  Luke got that lovely RSV, my running training got majorly interrupted, the kids were out of school yesterday and were all up in each other’s business, our “cooking at home” has gotten blown out of the water, we’re tired of being sleep deprived, yadda, yadda, yadda.  And I started feeling sorry for myself.  It’s all grounds for a legitimate pity party, right?

And then I saw a blogpost from a friend about celebrating the milestones that aren’t.  Her daughter didn’t come home from the NICU.  What the hell am I complaining about?

And then I watched a story about a Canadian Olympian who busts his tail everyday because he sees his brother, who has cerebal palsy, busting his.  BTW, that Canadian won a g-o-l-d medal in freestyle skiing.  Sheez, do my knees really hurt that bad?

And then I asked Will to entertain Luke while I finished up a few household chores.  The crying stopped and I teared up as Will sweetly told Luke about his day.

Perspective.  Sometimes it hits you like a ton of bricks and you get it.  Honestly, there are times I’d like to give other people a piece of my perspective 🙂  But, I know that it comes with maturity and patience.  And, quite honestly, my “aha” moment is different than anyone else’s.  The light bulb sparks at different times for different folks.

And that’s ok.

Today, I got mine.  And I am thankful.  It’s a good thing Lent starts tomorrow.  I’ve got a tubload of ways you can prepare to make it your best yet in tomorrow’s top ten…